Date: Mon, 29 Apr 2019 02:02:27 +0000 From: Derek HERFORTH Subject: His sperm-donor Dad Chapter 2 His sperm-donor Dad – Chapter 2.2 Feedback in good faith, positive or otherwise, will be gratefully received. I'm almost as interested in the attitudes that underlie erotica as in the erotica itself. Dear fans of Nifty, If you are not submitting stories for publication here, might you not contribute in another form? It does not take a lot, guys, to keep us going ... If the site affords you pleasure, why not support it, even if only $lightly? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Characters: Nick: first-person narrator, mid-40s; actively bi when younger, now tending strongly towards mm, top; three-time sperm donor when in his 30s Paul: 25, Nick's Aussie boyfriend Kent: 15, Nick's younger son, via sperm donation; seduced at 13 by an adult black top, leading early to powerful anal tendencies Clyde: 18, Aussie high school student, Kent's new boyfriend Time: 2008 Place: Sydney, Australia Chap I, posted 27 03 19: Brief mf background at very outset. Recruited for his superior genes, narrator performs as a direct sperm-donor, siring on two young Asian females, each of them married to a much older, impotent white hubby. Resulting offspring: one daughter, two sons, none reared by the bio-Dad. (No further mf.) Younger son grows up gay, is seduced at 13 by an adult black top, leading early to very powerful anal tendencies. Boy then comes out to his donor Dad, under interesting circumstances. In the course of his son's absence during a long weekend, the son's boyfriend, Clyde (18, a hung top), takes his donor Dad to bed, mounts him and stays the night. [Highly sexual dialog, sexual situations, some suggesting various sex-acts, rather than depicting them directly -- fun to write!] Chap II (version 2: revised, expanded, with much sexual dialog, reverie): Part A: After more sex with his boyfriend's Dad on Sunday morning, followed by brunch ΰ deux, Clyde departs for the gym, leaving Nick to meditate on what's happened: he's let his son's young stud boyfriend mount him repeatedly, even though he hadn't bottomed in decades. How is this going to work out, both Dad and son getting bonked by the same top, so far separately? The 45 year-old is sufficiently aroused by the dynamic Clyde has created that he indulges in some highly erotic reverie. Clyde later returns from the gym to mount Nick yet again just a day or so before his boyfriend Kent is due back from his school excursion; Clyde then stays over a second night. Together, the two start to plan a strategy to bring young Kent into play with the two of them: the boy's high-teen boyfriend, who's already been enjoying his bottom, and the boy's bio-Dad, who'd very much like to get into his own son, with the boyfriend watching, if possible. As it happens, Nick is Clyde's very first `older' (over about 25) conquest; he's also the first so-called `top' the boy has mounted. The ease with which the teen managed to take Nick down anally rather surprises Clyde, awakening him to his own in-born Alpha nature and the prowess with which he assumes charge and gets his way, not only with boys (something he's already quite used to), but with at least some older males as well. This new self-image is strongly encouraged through detailed discussion with Nick, who urges Clyde to acknowledge and give full rein to his precocious teen Alpha-hood. Part B: Monday evening Kent returns home from his four-day excursion to enjoy a rapturous reunion with Clyde, who, after a gym work-out, has spent the afternoon with another young lad. Kent learns of this, but rather than becoming jealous, is wildly aroused, especially when he hears that Clyde will be coming to him directly from the other boy, without even showering first. Chap III (projected) Eventually, Dad, son and son's bf enjoy each other, bf directing Dad to mount his son for the first time, bf then mounts Dad-son pair. So, 3-way: 2 younger, 1 older, involving Dad-son incest. Chap IV (planning stages): Dad brings his own bf (younger btm) into play, resulting in a 4-way: two top/btm couples, and a Dad/son pair spanning the two couples. Son's butch bf now has 3 btms at his disposal, his bf's Dad willing to btm for the stud. As Clyde, the 18 year-old boyfriend of my son Kent, prepares to leave the house Kent and I share, I ask him, gently, "So, what do we do about Kent, Clyde?" Smiling, as if suddenly reminded of something, Clyde replies, "Kent? Nothing at all, Nick; at least, nothing on your side. Just let me look after the situation, ok? All will be fine, if you let me handle it, I assure you." "Sure, Clyde; will do as you say, of course." (end of Chapter 1) Recap: At my invitation, 18 year-old Clyde comes over to the house I share with my son Kent during a long weekend when Kent is off on a school excursion. That Saturday afternoon, a shared bottle of Shiraz at lunch, together with Clyde's devastating AlphaMale aura – I'd already heard from my son a lot about his physical attributes – allows me to be coaxed, if not quite semi-forced, into bed by him, by my own son's very studly boyfriend. My boy, Kent, just turned 15, is down here in Sydney for a "10th grade overseas" experience, staying with me while enrolled for a year at an exclusive all-boys high school not far from where we live. While I'm Kent's bio-Dad, via sperm donation, I've not had much of a hand at all in his rearing. In fact, we've spent relatively little time together, as he's grown up with his mother and her infertile husband in California, while I've been Australia-based for over a decade. Shortly after Kent arrives to start school here, gets himself on the swim team, etc., he forms an intense crush on Clyde, a senior boy nearly three years older, a champion wrestler with an eye for and powerful urges in the direction of younger lads, all of whom tend to be awed by Clyde's amazing physical prowess and by his iconic, Alpha masculinity. The two of them, Clyde and my son Kent, probably first become intimate while I'm still in the process of confirming my own boy's sexual leanings. Those inclinations turn out to be quite strong, unusually robust for a 15 year-old, and exclusively focused on somewhat older, dominant young males, -- tops, without exception. In many senses, then, Clyde and my boy seem made for each other, though this is something I did not fully realize at the outset. I just assumed it was "more teen-boy puppy love" at first. However, I learn that, at 15, Kent has in fact arrived in Australia from California already prepped as a bottom-boy by a large black top (his earliest adult encounters) and a number of large-penised older white male partners. So, he's more than ready for the enormous challenge presented by the 18 year-old butch stud, Clyde. Putting their dynamic, such as I perceived it, together for myself, and before Kent even comes out to me, I give him permission to have his friend over to our place after school (and their respective athletic practices, of course). Kent has already opened up to me sufficiently to complain that, being in different years at school, on different teams, etc., he and Clyde "don't have enough time to catch up" and that Clyde's place is not "nearly as convenient as ours here, Dad". From the very first day they come home here from school, it's abundantly clear that Clyde has been invited over specifically to "catch up" with Kent in his bedroom. I become accustomed to finding Kent still cleaning himself up in the shower when I get home from work, a scenario that's repeated nearly every day, together with plenty of evidence scattered about of Clyde's very recent presence – the state of the sheets on Kent's bed, Clyde's dirty underwear, which Kent then washes for him, for example. It's abundantly obvious they're going at it gang-busters virtually every weekday – hardly surprising for an 18 y/o butch stud-wrestler and his 15 y/o more-than-willing bottom-boy. With very little left to hide from me, his bio-Dad, especially after I come across his anal `after-care' kit in the bathroom, Kent comes out to me all the way, and entirely willingly. He's known for years that I'm bi, and has had no trouble at all feeling totally comfortable with Paul, my younger (25) Aussie man of the moment, who's around a fair amount, staying over on weekends, etc. It's thanks to our now wide-open, frank conversations that I begin to learn from Kent more about Clyde's estimable attributes. Pictures of Clyde in his wrestling gear are shared, and they help make abundantly clear how easily, and exactly why, my son has become so infatuated with the older boy. Clyde is unusually generously endowed, sporting "one-in-a-million class" genital equipment. At the all boys' school of nearly 400 students, he has no trouble standing out very prominently. As a 14 year-old freshman, he immediately acquired a reputation as `Young-Stud Icon' in an environment where nude showering is compulsory and much relished, after PE and team training. New first-year boys (13, 14) hear, in whispers, from older boys about the "freak stud wrestler", the "stud stallion" they might be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of in the showers. "Even with your eyes clamped shut, it's impossible to miss him, cos you'll hear other boys around gasping and exclaiming softly `oh, jeez! ... holey-moley! ... aw, fuck, look at that!'" This is the boyfriend my son has now found himself, the boyfriend who's taken his own boyfriend's Dad to bed – Kent's own bed! – having him (that's me!) submit to repeated mountings, even though I'd not bottomed in years. Having stayed with me from Saturday lunch until Sunday noon (during which time we repeatedly used Kent's bed, at Clyde's insistence), after our Sunday brunch, Clyde, at long last apparently sexually sated for the time being, takes himself away to the gym to work on his superb body. As he leaves, he assures me he'll find a way to manage my son Kent, and the fact that Kent will, sooner or later, learn that his boyfriend has spent nearly twenty-four hours in the company of his (Kent's) own bio-Dad. Chapter 2 (version 3): Kent's not due home til Monday night, and here it is only Sunday, early afternoon. I sit down and try to compose myself, seek an external equilibrium that will allow me to do something other than focus on what has just happened to me, the sweet ache Clyde has left in me, far up the inside of my backside, a constant reminder of those very recent events. My current boyfriend, Paul, is away, in Adelaide with family, though I could call him, of course. I decide I'm not in a sufficiently serene state of mind to have a conversation with him quite yet. The sweet ache I'm feeling, the steady, throbbing hurt deep up my rear-parts, suddenly reminds me of Kent's after-care kit. Having now sexperienced Clyde myself, I can fully understand exactly why Kent is in need of such regular anal care. Clyde's 7.5-inch girth leaves a very deep, aching indentation in anyone brave enough to take him in. And I now can bear witness to that, feeling exactly what my son has to put up with after a good mount or two. I go back into Kent's room, where Clyde and I have spent the night and the morning – the whiff of our sex together still on the air -- and begin to rummage around. Would Kent feel the need to take his special, private kit with him on a four-day school excursion? My mind begins to race erotically, at full throttle, fuelled by the devastating sexual power I now know Clyde possesses, over both me and, I can only assume, over my son ... How long before Kent got on that bus Friday morning, I wonder, had he made himself accessible to Clyde, for the last time before his long weekend away? Was it Thursday after school here at home that Kent last got himself mounted, just before I got home from work? Or had he and Clyde somehow managed to get together early Friday morning at school, Clyde leading my boy off to an out-of-the-way corner of the campus the older boy knew of, had used a number of times before with other boys at the school? Perhaps Kent had begged him, pleaded with him, "Please, Clyde, take me one more time before I have to go ... I'm going to miss being with you, so much. I need you to fill me again as only you can!" In that secret, hidden corner of the campus, I now imagine all kinds of things happening between the huge-penised, gonad-fuelled 18 year-old Clyde and my young boy. Once they were well out of the sight of others, had my son eagerly knelt down to unzip the older boy and take that enormous penis of his out of the extra-long, specially tailored fly Clyde had put into every pair of slacks he'd acquired since the age of 13, an alteration demanded by his unusual size? Or, would Kent have been ordered to unzip Clyde? Did he, from his kneeling position, then sniff, kiss and lick Clyde's ponderous male flesh? Did he lift Clyde's MonsterCock up, heft it briefly in his hand, then bending his head down to lick its under-side, slide his tongue back-n-forth across the fat cum-hose running down the center of the underside of the older boy's fuck-meat? Lowering Clyde's heaviness back down to its usual position, did Ken remember to stick the tip of his tongue up under the thick foreskin briefly, before the older boy gradually manifested a massive erection? As Clyde's penis shifted into erection mode, did Ken watch intently the foreskin he'd just licked peel itself slowly back over Clyde's double-strawberry-sized glans? There are few more mesmerizing sights than watching a large uncut penis "skin itself" as it rises gradually from flaccid to full erection, transforming the flaccid "lowered helmet" into a bunched up mass of flesh behind the flange on the corona – a layer of thick dermal protection, shielding a monster cock-head when flaccid, now peeled back to reveal a huge, throbbing pink strawberry, ready to accept direct oral, then anal stimulation on the soft, sensitive under-flesh. Had Kent then stood up, lowered the shorts of his own school uniform (he was underclass, remember), then his briefs -- pertly filled out by his perfect, half-Asian moons – all the way down to his ankles and, turning towards Clyde his otherwise fully-clothed back, uniform jacket over the prescribed white shirt and tie ... had Kent, in that position, offered his young 15 year-old hind quarters to the huge, 18 year-old stud-male? Did Clyde find he required more "natural" lube than Kent had left on the older boy's penis? Did he have my boy return to his cock to slurp further, smearing it with yet another coat of his young saliva? Do I see Clyde prying open my boy's mouth with his fingers and spitting into it several times, instructing Kent to spread the mix of their salivas onto his massive penis until its thick shaft was finally slimy enough to squeak its way slowly up my boy's anal sheath? Had Kent with one hand eagerly pulled one boy-cheek apart from the other, giving Clyde easier access to him, squirming and wriggling his butt in anticipation of having Clyde split him up the middle again? Did the older boy's girth feel to Kent like it was literally ripping into him, tearing him apart, bringing gasps, grunts and whimpers from him, over and over, as that girth inevitably did, whenever Clyde put himself into the younger lad? When *had* Clyde actually last stretched my Kent, the boy's entire body quivering with the intense effort of pushing his ass-hole outwards, relaxing it enough to accommodate Clyde's massive girth, allowing the much Adored Penis to snake Its way slowly all the way up inside Kent's sheath? The younger boy's gradual anal loosening was surely sensed by BigBoy Clyde as a wordless invitation to proceed on up, to ride his MonsterCock deep into my son's inner rear-parts. Any top worth his salt is going to be immediately sensitive to such signs of receptivity from his bottom's sphincter, no? A thought suddenly strikes me: Clyde began accessing me, breaching my own rear defenses with his battering ram, at roughly 2:30pm yesterday. How much time had intervened between the last time his cock made its way into my son and when he'd gotten that same awesome Penis into me, the bio-Dad? Another thought occurs to me: Kent departed Friday morning. Irrespective of whether the two boys had met and copulated at school early Friday morning, had Clyde, when I declined to join him for a drink Friday evening, called someone he knew would be eager to be mounted and ridden? Had some boy somehow come between, some third male interposed himself, between Clyde's last accessing of my boy's anus, and his near-raping of my own a day later? And, as intensely, nearly insanely, curious as I've now become about all this, here in my son's bedroom – the sequence, the timing of Clyde's rutting about – will I ever have the courage to ask the boy about it – just how long had elapsed between his having the son, then having the Dad? And, whether he'd been into anyone else between my son and myself? Or, would all such fantasies just end here, in erotic reverie? Such thoughts preoccupy me as I search around for Kent's `anal accessories'. If I can't find my son's kit, that might well mean he decided he'd need it to help him nurse the repeated uses Clyde had put him to here in Sydney on both Thursday and, perhaps, Friday -- a late afternoon, followed by a second, early morning mounting, just hours apart. Getting himself mounted in such close succession would motivate his taking along to Canberra the soothing "medicinal help" his anus would so badly need. In fact, I do not find Kent's kit, not, at least, in the trim leather carrying case I'd spotted wide open in the bathroom the first time I came across it. He must have taken it with him, to minister to his used rear parts whenever he felt the need, over the course of the four-day class excursion to the capital. What I did find in one of his bureau drawers were fresh-bought, unopened containers of some of the same "specially mild witch hazel", ointments and other soothing unguents I now know he uses. Kent had, in other words, brought more than one consignment of supplies with him from California, fearful perhaps, he'd not be able to find the same products down here. I pause. If I break into these packaged items, use them, Kent will surely notice, will know someone has been at them. But, doing so might well provide an easy way, an `in', into talking about, sharing together how he and I have now both been used by Clyde, and hence both require the same gentle after-care. Before I can make up my mind about such matters, Clyde rings; it's about 5:30. He's finished his work-out at the gym, but for some reason, they're short on hot water there; it's "shitty; lukewarm". Could he come by and shower at my place? I welcome him, of course, saying I'm planning on a light supper about 7pm. Clyde replies, "That should give us plenty of time, Nick [first name again, not `sir']; I'm expecting you to shower with me, bathe me." "Ah, I can see how that might work, before supper." "Good. I'll be there in about 20 minutes." That decides me: I open Kent's fresh anal lotions and ointments and use them on my own anal parts, planning to stay in a skimpy pair of briefs when I bathe Clyde in the shower, thus protecting the treated parts of my rear anatomy from getting too wet. At dinner, I'll tell Clyde what I've done, then suggest he get Kent to talk about his anal care kit, and reveal that he'd found, on his return from the excursion, it had been used in his absence. I imagine the following exchange ... "Do you have any idea who might have gotten into my private stuff here?", Kent would ask Clyde. "Hmm, might it have been Paul, your Dad's bottom boy, after he gave Paul an especially vigorous mounting?", Clyde suggests. "Doesn't your Dad know you have such stuff around?" "Yeah, he does. As I told you, he came across it when I left it in the bathroom after showering and touching myself up." ... "Well, if Paul doesn't have his own supply, or if he forgot to bring it, maybe your Dad suggested he `borrow' some of yours, no?" "Hmm, but that doesn't sound much like my Dad, somehow ... urging someone to break into my private, unopened stuff." "Well, extreme situations sometimes call for extreme measures, no? Maybe it was after-hours for the pharmacy, huh." "Guess possibly; kind of suggests my Dad can be quite a forceful top, huh." "Yeah, it does, so I bet Paul has his own after-care kit, but just forgot to bring it along." "It's not a big deal. A fellow bottom understands, profoundly. And, I must say, it's kind of fun to think of my bio-Dad as a studly top for a much younger bottom." Clyde chuckles, "You like that idea, Kent? I'm glad to hear it; in fact, it gives me ideas!" "What, exactly, Clyde?" Ah, that's all to be revealed to you, Kent, in the not too distant future," with another chuckle. This way, I imagine, at least Clyde and Kent would be talking about the issue. Then Clyde, slowly, by occasionally dropped hints, could gradually reveal to Kent that he'd mounted me, and I'd then felt the need to soothe the area he'd attacked so vigorously, just the way Kent needs soothing after he's been with Clyde. ... At that point, further down the road, I fantasized their exchange. "So it wasn't my Dad's bottom-boy, Paul, but Dad himself, you're saying?" "Exactly; he told me he felt he definitely needed something like that badly after I'd been with him. I suggested he use yours, and when he didn't find stuff already opened, in use, I urged him to break into the new supplies you brought from California." ... On hearing that revelation, would Kent be willing to come round to accepting what had happened while he was away? What would be his reaction to the idea his boyfriend had had his bio-Dad – jealousy, arousal, or perhaps some combination of both, at the same time? I also decide that, in the course of discussing this scenario with Clyde tonight, I'll ask him about the time elapsed between his mounting of the son on Thursday afternoon and/or Friday morning, and his mounting of the Dad on Saturday afternoon. How had that proceeded? Had anyone come in between Clyde's penetration of son, then father? Clyde arrives, has me shower with him, almost immediately. He's sweaty, macho-musky fragrant from the gym, and in need of "a good washing". He has no trouble at all getting me to tend to his hygienic needs, toe to head – I love washing between his toes, in fact, and discover he seems to enjoy that too. And there's of course absolutely no need for him to encourage me to show his magnificent genitals lots of tlc – I go there perfectly naturally, lovingly, without being requested to. But I also discovered how much he likes his fine rear-parts bathed, including extended attention to his superb wrestler's butt-cheeks, crack and even hairy hole. When I move away from that area, assuming he doesn't need any extension of `normal' hygienic care there, he has me go back. "Stay there, and continue bathing me, until I tell you to move on, Nick." [It suddenly occurs to me to offer to lick his anus for him, next time he takes me to bed. I make a mental note. He's not demanded that, nor have I so far made a move in that direction. But, from his reaction to my bathing of his butt, etc., in the shower, I won't be the least surprised if he welcomes getting his rear-parts orally serviced in bed by his bottom, prior to fucking same. I wonder if Kent has developed the requisite skills ... If he has, it'd be unusual for Clyde not to want that from me, the Dad, as well, I think.] I find it hugely satisfying to serve him, 18 year-old Clyde, my son's boyfriend, in the shower this way. I'm afraid I become very aroused in the process, erecting and drooling pre-cum into my briefs, though that does not seem to get noticed. Clyde shows not the least signs of excitement. Even completely flaccid, he still exudes a powerfully dominating air; AlphaMale-hood comes to him so naturally, he seems to have been born with it, totally. Later, at dinner, Clyde asks how I'm "recovering" from the time we've spent together. He hardly to needs to remind me verbally that I've taken him in three times over the past day or so; there are plentiful silent, physical reminders of that in me. Given Clyde's prodigious `gifts', I can well imagine that, at eighteen, it's become his habit to show this sort of concern for his bottoms. He also hints around that he hasn't had bottoms my age, and, as he knows I'm a top, at least with Paul, he's gently curious as to how I'm coming through it all. I'm slightly surprised by his admitted unfamiliarity with "older" bottoms, and decide to pursue that with him, out of my own sense of curiosity. "I'm doing pretty well, Clyde, there are just some silent internal reminders of the time we've spent together. Thanks for asking," with a wink from me, a smile in response from Clyde. "And, I can understand if you're not that accustomed to spending time with men my age. There's plenty for you to get yourself into at school, I imagine." "Well, yes, that's kind of been my modus to date, school boys, plus a few `old boys', alumni, who come back for various functions and manage to find ways of making themselves accessible", Clyde grins quietly. "But most of them are university students, so still in their twenties. Before yesterday, I hadn't ever had anyone over about 25." "I find that highly interesting, Clyde. Any feedback?" "How do you mean?" "Well, I bet there are ways I might be different in some ways from a young lad who catches a glimpse of your huge cock, goes all gaga and begs you to mount him." Yeah, you are different, of course, but I saw signs that you were pretty impressed too." "Impossible not to be, Clyde; but you already know that." "I liked impressing someone of your age and experience, seeing the effect it has on you." "Oh?" "Yeah, you became easy, once you'd seen me naked. I like that; you kind of did my bidding after you'd seen my true colors, shall we say?" "Ok; I think I just behaved naturally." "Yes, you did, but I hadn't thought it would be quite so easy to take control of the situation." "And was it?" "Yeah, super-easy. You became like putty ...", he didn't finish. "You are an awesomely impressive young male, Clyde." "And that seems to be what does it, I guess ... not only with high school and uni boys, but even with supposedly top men like you." "I think all men and boys are willing to acknowledge extraordinary masculinity when they come across it, even if they consider themselves masculine ... tops." "Could be, and maybe I have that, that degree of masculinity?" "I'd say you do. So far, you've only known the reaction you produce in young boys and maybe a few guys in their twenties. But I predict, you'll get to the age of 60, and I guarantee, you will still be in a position to tell other men what they can and should do for you, Clyde. You have every bit of what it takes to become a super Dom-Alpha; I can sense that just from being with you this couple days here. Genetic inheritance, perhaps ... Do you know, for sure?" "Yeah, I certainly have every reason to believe so, sir, having seen my Dad naked a lot before he and Mom divorced, and being aware from early on how popular he was with women, for pretty obvious anatomical reasons. I'm gonna have to find time to tell you about my old man sometime, him and my younger brother; I think you might enjoy hearing." "Sure; can you give me a rough idea what it's all about?" "Well, it's definitely an `all str8 part, m/f' of my family life, but ok, if you're interested. After the divorce, Dad moved out, taking along my younger brother when he was 10; Rog is two years my junior. My Mom needed some relief, as there were four of us left behind, all boys. My big brother, four years older, had already moved away to go to school, so I was the oldest left at home. It was decided I should stay to help Mom out with the younger ones. I was, though, quite envious of my brother, getting to go off and live alone with Dad." "I can certainly understand that. Did you two brothers stay in touch?" "We did indeed, close touch. That's why I'm so well-informed about what went on with him and Dad." "I see; and did he inherit the same gene from your Dad that you seem to have?" "Yup; already at 10, it was abundantly clear Rog is definitely a `member of the clan, in our male line', a full-fledged inheritor of the `family jewels', like myself and all but one of my other four brothers. Our Dad, 250% straight and a great ladies' man, started encouraging Rog from the age of 10 on, as they were living together. Dad educated him, mostly through lots of chatting very openly about sexual matters, showing him porn – mags back then, mostly – lending him erotic fiction to read. Some of Dad's girlfriends also took an early interest in him. By the time he turned 12, Rog had started sleeping with women; he was already that impressive, ... and a couple of the females he had in those early years were, in fact, former girlfriends of Dad's." "Holy fuck! So at 12, he was considered `satisfactory', in size, etc., by older women?" "Apparently, between 12 and 15, he got taken to bed repeatedly by about four women, two of whom had previously been with our Dad; the other two were friends of the first two. I think that speaks volumes about what he was sporting down in front, even at 12, as well as how effectively he could use it. At that age, Rog didn't have to date or anything, or even appear in public with them, where the age difference – low-teen male going out with women in their 30s! – would have raised eyebrows, I'm sure. He'd just call them, go over to their places when convenient, pretty frequently, as it turned out. All four of those women knew they were sharing the lad, sexually. Sometimes, they share him literally, in the same session. He'd acquired quite a reputation by the time he was 14 or so." "Sounds like a case of Rog arousing cross-generational curiosity in your Dad's female friends: `like father, like son'?" "Yeah, definitely, dating from the time Dad's girlfriends were coming over, when Rog was just 10. At home, Rog sometimes wore stuff that revealed what he was packing – nicely cut shorts, runners that showed his dangle, etc. Dad had given him some help with that – in `how to dress for horny ladies'. So when Dad would tell the boy one of his female friends was coming over, Rog knew exactly what to change into. "When my Dad found out Rog, at 13, was already sleeping around, he was so proud of him, he started sharing women with Rog, at home. Not all his girlfriends were willing to go that far; some only wanted Rog to watch them with Dad. But some were eager to get themselves mounted by a Dad/son pair, especially as the son was so phenomenally huge for his age. They thought that was super-hot, I guess. I got all the details from Rog, more or less as it was happening." "Incredible! Going to remember to ask you to share some more of that soon." "Glad to ... but you know something? Going back to where we were, what you just said, `you have every bit of what it takes to become a super Dom-Alpha', kind of reminds me of your boy Kent. He seems to think of me in much the same way, though he expresses it differently, of course. He just says he bets I'll have boys spreading their butt-cheeks for me for as long as I can get it up." "Nice! Thanks for sharing that with me. Well, can I say I consider you already a `Junior Dom-Alpha', Clyde? And, at some point, when the Kent and I have become open and easy with our shared relation to you, I'd love to talk to him about you, and what makes you so special, Clyde, to each of us, the details of how you appeal to each." "You are, of course, most welcome to do just that, Nick. I believe it might make for better relations amongst the three of us," with a chuckle. "Indeed, Clyde." Wanting, perhaps only semi-consciously, to continue showing Clyde the more submissive side he seems to have uncovered in me, I tell him about my discovery and use of Kent's new, unopened anal creams, etc. This seems to arouse Clyde somewhat, by confirming I'm in need of the same recovery measures his young boyfriend requires. He readily agrees how the topic will provide a ready way into revealing gradually to Kent that he, Clyde, has already had me, his bio-Dad, repeatedly. "Frankly, now, how do you think he'll react to learning that?" "Well, it's not hard to sense that Kent's pretty crazy about me, my big cock, and I don't think he's likely to change his mind about either anytime soon. I guess you've probably observed the same, no? I also know that he assumes you're a top, because of what he's noticed in your dynamic with Paul. Kent's even told me he's quite aroused by the idea that his bio-Dad is a top, so, frankly, I think there's going be more to explore here, Nick. In fact, I'm pretty sure there will be several rows right here at this homestead for me to plough, if I may put it that way. ... I'm going to guarantee that I'm all set to become your preferred ploughman, Nick, ok? It's just going to take a little time, that's all." "`Explore, plough'? – how do you mean?", I was really enjoying noting how Clyde switches back and forth between `sir' and my name, depending on how confident, demanding he wants to sound. "Well, before I explain, may I ask, what's your own thinking about your son, sexually, I mean?" "Well, I really like the fact that he's so eager to offer you his bed here in my home every weekday after school. And now that I know what you're like, the whole dynamic the two of you share is very arousing to me, Clyde. It makes me think of my own son with all my topping instincts in high gear, to be perfectly frank." "What arouses you, in particular?" "Well, the fact that he clearly can take you in in ways that keep you coming back to him, accessing him on almost a daily basis. You wouldn't be back that often, unless it was pretty damn good, right?" "Yeah, Kent is pretty extraordinary in that way, especially for a 15 year-old. He's what I might call an `ideal fuck-boy', at least within my own sexperience. I've known a fair number of older boys, 17, even my own age of 18, who, in spite of practicing around for a while, are not nearly as adept as your young lad. And then, Kent's got one of those highly arousing lower butt-clefts, huh ... Wish more boys had totally inviting butt-cracks like that!" "Yes; all that is quite arousing for me too, with the incest taboo mixed in there somewhere as well, huh." "I can well imagine, Nick." "But it feels to me a bit different from the more normal situation, in which I'd've reared him up at home; we're not a `standard Dad-son' pair, I feel pretty strongly. He grew up apart from me for the most part, making the `incest' feel quite a bit different, I'd say." "You make a good point, sir. Well, with your blessing, of course, I think I'd like to talk Kent into letting you mount him, encourage him in that direction, and then, once he's accepted the idea – which may not take that long, I'm thinking – I'm planning to direct the activity and watch you fuck your own son for the first time ever, before I take over. It doesn't matter that you won't be taking his cherry – he's way beyond that now, even though he's only 15. Still, it'll be kind of a maiden voyage for both of you, a ritual deflowering of son by Dad – something incredibly hot to me. So, I want to be sure I'm there for it, ok? Don't you dare let it happen in my absence, Nick!" "I understand, Clyde. Can I ask you something else?" "Sure, anything; what is it?" "When did you last have Kent before he left on the excursion?" "Oh, sure. I'd been here Thursday after classes, got into him twice, but had to leave before you got back." "Yes, I was a bit later than usual, but I found plenty of evidence you'd been around, especially around Kent, I mean. He remained in the shower for some time after I got home." "He'd definitely have needed a long, very soothing hot shower, I think. I'd banged him up pretty bad, twice", with a chuckle ... Clyde continued, "But then, the following morning, Kent and I met up early at school and I took him to a special cranny I know of, had him take his pants down for me there." "You did him there at school before he got on the bus?" "Yeah, I'd planned it all out, how I'd take him at school that morning before he left, but he was doing his part too, begging me for it, cos he knew we'd be apart for several days. We were caught a bit short of time, though, and he didn't get to visit the men's after we'd finished, before the bus left, so I'm afraid he carried some of me – quite a lot of me, actually – on that bus, all the way to Canberra." "Hmm, bet he was happy to have you locked up inside him for the ride!" "I don't doubt it, Nick. He's got a very tight ass, that boy of yours; I bet he was able to retain me, stay nice and dry on the outside, all the way down to Canberra. It's not that bumpy a ride, by the way, [with a smirk]. I did see him dabbing his butt-crack dry before he pulled his shorts back up, using those special tissues he carries around with him. I must say, Nick, your boy sure knows how to look after himself!" "Hmm, seems he's managed to get a fair amount of experience under his belt by the age of 15. Has he ever shared with you how he got started at home in LA, or some of the experiences he had there before coming here?" "No, we haven't talked about that kind of stuff." "Well, I think you should look forward to the day the two of you do that. ... Just one other thing; did you happen to see anyone after being with Kent at school on Friday, but before you came over for lunch yesterday?" "You really want to know?" "Sure, I'm a big boy, Clyde, I can take it." "Well, actually, yes. There's a boy, another lower classman from school, I'd been doing here in Sydney until just before Kent showed up at the beginning of school term. That boy had to withdraw from school, though, because his parents moved down to Melbourne and wanted him with them – understandably, as he's only 14." "And he's back in town this weekend?" "Correct, for the long weekend, with family, in fact. He got in touch on that several weeks back, asking if I'd have time to meet. As soon as I knew Kent would be out of town, I replied to Chris in the affirmative. And then, when you said you weren't available for a drink on Friday, I booked Chris instead. I got us a hotel room, which we used together for about four hours before he had to go home. I stayed over in the hotel, though." "So you haven't been at home the past couple nights?" "Nah, but it's ok; my Mom's used to it, especially on long weekends," with a chuckle. "And Chris, will you see him again before he goes back?" "He's a bit busy with family stuff here, but we'll try again, I'm sure ... tentatively tomorrow, in the afternoon." "You know Kent gets back here tomorrow about 6pm, right?" "I do know that, yes; we've agreed to meet up at school on Tuesday morning." "And not before?" "He may be tired after the trip, so I've left it open. He knows he can call me tomorrow night when he gets back, if he feels like it." "I see ..." "Yeah, we'll see if I hear from him. If we do get together, I won't say anything about us – you n me – yet, of course. Let the talk develop gradually; let him discover the `break in' to his cache of anal treatments. I'm sure he'll bring it up with me, like everything else even vaguely sexual that happens to him. He trusts my counseling, if we can call it that." "I think we probably can, Clyde, and I agree, it would not make sense to push too much too fast. Let him make the discovery, bring it up with you first. After all, it may be more than just light sexual chitchat, small-talk, you know, for him to find out you've already been into his own Dad." "I agree, totally; but, if presented in the right way, I suspect he's going to be coming on board with us, sir, sooner or later." "Frankly, I'm pretty aroused by the possibility myself, Clyde. Meanwhile, what about Chris tomorrow?" "I'm planning to go to the gym again in the morning; Chris and I will to get together after that. His parents fly out, back to Melbourne before noon, so I'll be able to go over to their place, mount Chris in his own bed at home, which is how I like it – Young Lord of the Harem – when the parents of a 14 year-old are not around, that is," delivered with a bit of a smirk. "Hmmm, and if Kent calls you later?" "Oh, sure, I'll definitely be up for that too – no problem at all! I've been missing Kent, actually, his tightness. He's tighter than both Chris and you." "Two lads in one afternoon, you stud!" "Yup, that's what they call me, sir, and I guess not without reason", with a grin. "How long have you been mounting Chris?" "Over a year now; he was almost 13 when we started, but, with all the practice since, he's opened out pretty nicely for me." "And Kent has not?" "Kent's just awesome. He learned pretty quickly how to let me all the way in, down to the root of my shaft – he's just that amazingly flexible, naturally. I think it's the way he's constructed, internally. But some boys are really good at `bouncing back' too, if you know what I mean." "Not sure; how do you mean `bouncing back'?" "They re-contract, snap back to nearly virginal tightness a very short time after getting fucked, even by a monster. Kent's one of those; he's like that, almost as if his sphincter has a spring in it! Each time I get into him, at first, it's like he's learning to relax for me all over again, struggling a bit to accommodate; but, he now takes me in a lot more quickly and easily than he did the first few times we tried. With Chris, it's different. He's definitely been opened up, maybe for good, by all the practice he's had with me. Even with my girth, I now slip right into Chris pretty smoothly, no sweat. He's still a mighty fine fuck, though – thin, elongated anus, delicious slickness around my penis, and the way he can milk it –he's got some nicely toned muscle-tissue down there. It's just that, he doesn't `bounce back' anymore; he's already nice and open when I first get to him." "Hmm, enjoy hearing about this, Clyde." "Yeah, thought you might, Nick. There is another thing I can tell you both boys share, Chris and your son." "Oh, what's that?" "That cleft between their lower butt-cheeks. A boy with that kind of backside will draw me in every time; they're both just naturally a bit open at the bottom of the butt-crack, like they're teasing me, inviting me to approach, from a distance, when you see them at a swimming pool, or in a locker room. And oh, by the way, just in case you were wondering, I'm planning on staying here with you tonight, in Kent's bed again, right? I've already let them know at home I won't be back til tomorrow night." "Nice, Clyde; I'm not displeased to hear you say that, and thanks for telling me about the butt-cleft on Chris. I'd certainly noticed it on my own son, ever since he was pretty young, maybe seven or eight." "Hmm, it's so awesome when a boy's butt just grows slightly parted like that, and starting so early." "Couldn't agree with you more, Clyde." "Ah, there's just one thing I need you to remember, ok? After I've gone tomorrow morning, be sure to change the sheets on Kent's bed, ok? Strip the bed, give it some air for a few hours, all the windows open, before you lay on new sheets, yes? We wouldn't want him sniffing us out in his own bed just yet, would we?" With a smile, "Yes, Clyde, I fully understand, of course." "Kent and I may well need it all nice and fresh tomorrow night, remember. It'll be ok if I come over from Chris' place to spend time with him here, I assume." "Of course, Clyde. You're always welcome to come around, whether it's to see my son, or ... In fact, I like hearing you'll be coming to see Kent directly from Chris, frankly ... " "Thought you might, sir. And you're to be thanked for your hospitality, general encouragement too." "Do you think you're going to have time to shower between the two lads, Chris and my Kent?" "Well, now that you ask, Chris is going to want it long and drawn out, I think, as the two of us are not likely to see each other again that soon. He'll be down in Melbourne for the duration of the school year, and that can seem a very long, l-o-n-g time for a young bottom-cleft boy without a handy top to service him, and split his buns asunder regularly. Especially when the lad is pretty used to getting mounted frequently ..." "Frequently, and by an exceptionally `gifted' young top", I throw in. Clyde smiles in acknowledgement. "Yes, I've heard this and that from Chris about top lads he's befriended in Melbourne, and they just don't seem to measure up, in one way or another." "I bet – in neither length nor girth, I'm sure." "That seems to be the long and the short of it, yes. So, to answer your question, I'm not at all sure Chris is going to allow me time to shower properly before I show up here for Kent." "Meaning you'll probably be wanting a shower first thing here, no?" "Yes; but I'll make sure I'm on my bike and work up a little sweat on my way over," with a broad wink to me. "My boy Kent may not be so patient, and join you for a soapy fuck in the shower, no?" "I have no doubt he'll want that; I just have to make sure he can't smell Chris on me, ok?" "Suppose Kent knows you've just been with another boy, got all of yourself up inside him, but having heard that, he still wants you, desperately, because he's confident that, following on the earlier boy, you'll still be ready for more, from a second boy, after." "That'd be hot, yeah. I've been in situations like that before, with multiple boys at school – four in a row one time. It's even hotter for me to go from one boy's bed to the next boy's. You gonna tell him about Chris?" "I could, if you wanted me to." "Fine by me. After Chris' soft openness, I'll be more than ready for your boy's snug boy-puss, I assure you! And while we're on this topic, I'd like to predict the day will soon arrive when I start coming by here to see the both of you, together, ... yes?" "Well, given your remarks today about how excited we both get by the idea of me mounting my own son, I doubt you're mistaken there." Clyde's supreme male-animal self-confidence was enormously arousing to me; but would Kent react to it in quite the same way?, I wondered. "I leave all that, winning Kent over to us, in your totally capable hands, though." "I can guarantee I'm going to deliver on that, Nick, no doubt about it." "Doubt you, Clyde? – never!" I decide to devote some thought tomorrow to how I'll suggest to Kent that Nick is coming to see him direct from being with another young boy. How can I present that so Kent will think it's one of the hottest things he's ever heard? I know he already thinks of Clyde as an inexhaustible sex-machine, so maybe it's going to be less difficult than I imagine ... I wonder, shall I tell Kent about Chris' lower butt-cleft, so like his own, and, that one of the reasons Clyde chases them both is precisely that arousing anatomical feature they share? Knowing Kent, I bet he'll love to hear details like that. After dinner together, Clyde has no difficulty at all getting me into Kent's bed one more time, where, recalling his reaction to my bathing of his rear-parts earlier, I fall almost immediately to licking the 18 year-old wrestler's hairy anus for him. The oral-to-anal services continue, at Clyde's direction, for about thirty minutes. Half that time, Clyde is on his knees on Kent's bed, trunk sloping forward, head down on the sheet, hindquarters raised up high, me working my mouth all over his superb behind, as he instructs where to move and how long to stay there. The rest of the time, he's grasping the headboard with one hand for balance, having seated himself, all the way down, on my face and open mouth. "You're so good at this, Nick, I may have you invest in a rim-seat." "Hmmm, happy to shop for one of those with you, Clyde. I bet Kent and my Paul would get a lot of use out of it too." "You'd be licking all of us back there, would you?" "Wouldn't you like to watch me get my tongue deep into Kent's young hole, hear him grunt, whimper a little?" "Fuck, Nick, I sure would! I bet you'd do him there for me both before and even after I'd fucked him wide open, huh" "No better time than after, Clyde, drawing your seed back out of him, with my mouth." "We're gonna make it happen, aren't we, Nick?" After directing my extended oral servicing of his butt-cheeks, crack and anus, Clyde turns me over and fucks me with that Master Alpha-Penis of his ... all the way to Nirvana and back, again, for the fifth time that weekend ... -- to be continued ...